Jake's heart was beating like crazy in his chest, he pulled away from her, "Lie back." He ordered breathlessly. He stood to take his pants off and climbed into bed, making her lay lengthwise of it. Wasting no time, he covered her body, went back to kissing her, and parted her legs with is knee, lifting is hips, he grabbed his length, leaned up and away from her enough to place his thick throbbing knob at her entrance and pressed deep to penetrate.
"AOU - shit!" Vivian groaned. He had to move back and forth, a few times, pushing into her and then pulling out, going deeper with each entry to lubricate himself enough to go all the way in, dragging the delicate folds of her flesh in when he entered, reminding her how sore she was. He was so big - too big for her. Too big to be taking everyday, not everyday - it was too much. She needed time in between to recover. With a pounding heart, Vivian knew he was going to go all the way, and he was going to ride her and stroke deep again.
"Jake..." She whimpered, holding onto his arms.
"Just keep your legs down, don't bring'em up. I gotta stroke you a while - I need to pump into you so bad, I can't help it." He warned groaning as he worked himself deeper into her tightness.
"Ai-i-ihhh..." Vivian cried out.
He laid down on top of her again, covering her mouth, kissing her, his pelvis began pumping into her, thrusting, trying not to push too deeply, but he needed a good ride. Heaven forgive him, he needed to fuck her one good time. And he did, riding her so that he took her breath away, making her gasp; and at times, try to move back from him. His mouth sucked every breath she took, while his hand caressing and squeezing her breasts, the other went beneath her, palming the firm cheek of her ass, squeezing "I'm telling you now, you're gonna have my fuckin' babies... I'm telling you now. Fuck - waiting ... you hear me? Oh my god, you feel - so - s-s-s-s-s emmm, you're so tight - JESUS GIRL."
"Jake... ow! Oh oh oh - please - hurry and come."
"I want you to come." He panted, realizing she couldn't with him so deep inside of her, he pulled his length, and rubbed at her entrance, braced up on one hand, his body one entire driven muscle. He held his length in his hand and used it to rub at her clit, pleasuring her and himself with it. Either way felt good to him. His body was starting to bead with sweat, but he held himself above her, rubbing her, watching her eyes. Her head went back, her body braced and her hips began jerking rubbing up against him.
"Yea-a-ah that's it - look at you, gettin' that feeling baby? Wooo, look at you... come on, rub on it, that's it." Watching her, timing it by her movements, he inserted a portion of his length for her to ride, laying flat against her, his hips rolled and pressed against her, both hands went beneath, gripping the cheeks of her buttocks, adding pressure to her clitoris and she blew. Jake tried to cover her mouth with his to cut off the sounds of her climax, suddenly realizing Ms Earthaleen was right above them. He couldn't, it was rushing over her in waves that he hated to douse, he wanted to hear the pleasure he brought her. Before she was done, he felt himself going, and pushed deep within her once again, making her gasp, sucking in she held her breath. Holding himself there, right on the edge of her orgasm; he exploded, groaning, grunting from the power of it.
They were both breathing hard, Jake wouldn't move from on top of her, and Vivian didn't want him to go. This to her, was the best part; afterwards. While he saw to it that her pleasure was great, the reward was the intimacy following the act of love between them. It was the way he looked down at her, the way he caressed her dark skin in wonder and awe. The way he laid soft delicate kisses at the corner of her mouth, at the tip of her nose, her cheeks, her temple. It was him holding onto her, squeezing her, as if - nothing in the world, meant more than that; nothing in the world, meant more than them, together.
That's what Vivian loved the most about the act.
"I love you Lil'girl."
"I love you." She returned.
"Did you hear what I said, I meant it."
"What?" She asked, trying to come out of the fog.
"I don't want - to wait."
Vivian could only stare up at him, now she knew what he was talking about.
"I'm not getting any younger. You wanna have my babies? Then you have them now."
"Jake, we're not even married yet."
"I don't care!"
"Well I do. I wanna do things the right way. Marriage first, a home, and then, kids."
He pushed off of her, rolling to his back on the side of the bed by the door, "Move over." He ordered, placing her towards the wall. Vivian moved, climbing under the covers. He reached over to his bedside table, taking out a cigarette, lighting it. Laying there fully naked, out in the open without a care.
"You know how long all of that is going to take?" He asked after thinking, taking a few draws of his cigarette, placing one hand behind his head which he turned to look at her.
"Two years maybe? At the most."
"Bullshit! Its not gonna take me that long! You can forget that! Didn't take Shawn and Sylvia two years!"
"Hellooo? We're not Shawn and Sylvia. I want a big wedding."
"They had a big wedding!" He reminded her.
"I - want - a bigger one."
"Not gonna happen. I can tell you that now. I'm not into all that pomp and circumstance shit! Half the dumb fuckers that do that - end up in divorce court two years later, if not three anyway. Screw that - we're not wasting money on that. And two years? No - we'll be having our first baby girl before that times up - you want me? That's the way its gonna be."
"That's not fair Jake! What about what I want?!"
"You got what you want, me!"
"Ach!" She gasped, pounded him on the chest twice, making him flinch and draw up, chuckling. She flopped over facing the wall, done with the conversation.
Jake smiled, took another draw on his cigarette and blew the smoke out. Making things worse, he asked, "You're on the pill, aren't you?" Vivian refused to answer. "Yeah, you are, I saw'em in your bag."
"Going through my bags now?" She snapped, feeling petulant, still facing the wall.
"Nope, it was laying wide open and they were on top. You took one this morning, I'm assuming. That will be your last one, you hear?"
"Excuse me! That's up to me to decide!"
"I thought you wanted two? Did you not tell me that you wanted to have my babies?"
Vivian flopped back around. "When the time is right, Jake!"
"I'm telling you now, so you better get it through that hard and stubborn skull of yours—I'm not waiting! Family planning, my ass! My parents didn't plan! We all turned out okay! We were never hungry! We always had clothes on our backs! Food on the table! A roof over our heads! An ass beating when we needed one! Those first three I had, they weren't planned, it just happened, wasn't even in love with their mothers, but I did what I fuckin' had to do!" He sat up getting angry. "That's the way my fuckin' father raised us! You fuckin' take care of what's yours! And I did! Had no fuckin' choice, but I did what I had to do! Dammit! They had milk! Food, diapers for their shitty little asses! Clothes, and everything else! They had it all dammit! I wasn't ready to be a father, but I did the best that I could! There's some shit I wish I could do over again, but I can't! This is different!" He turned sitting on the side of the bed to look back at her.
Vivian was leaning up, her head braced on her hand to gaze up at him.
"You said to me, that you wanted children by me. That's what you said. For once, this time - I'm ready. I want them too. No, I don't have a - a big fuckin' house! I don't have six fuckin' figures a goddamn year coming in! But no child of mine will go hungry. Will be without clothing or shelter! Not my lil'girls-..."
"You keep saying girls Jake, what if I don't have any girls, what if they're all boys."
"Hell with that! Don't want no more goddamn boys! Spent all my boys on the road anyway; I want two little girls, I'll be happy."
"Two?"
"Two! I'm ready! And any fucker like me, gets in their face - I'll be able to spot that sonofabitch
- because it takes one, to know one! And I'm telling you now..." He shook his head, meaning it. "... I'll rip a hole in his ass so bad no stitching in the world will fix it! I mean that!"
"ACH!" Vivian couldn't believe what he was saying, and then grinned. "You crazy! Do you know that? You can't be like that Jake!"
"I fuckin' will be! My little girls? Nooo, not having it!"
"Well, then, the last thing you need, are little girls."
"That's what I want. Daddy's lil'girls—I can see'em now. I swear before God, I'm going to spoil the goddamn hell out of'em. No fuckers gonna want'em anyway, once I get done with'em! I'll make sure of it. Yep... so, you bes' get ready. Your last pill was today. I mean it, Vivian. No more."
He stood, left the room heading for the bathroom. Vivian lay making faces. "I'm not ready yet." She whispered to the room and from somewhere, words came back at her, as if the answer, 'Be careful what you wish for...'
She flopped back in the bed, her hands over her face, without a clue of what she was going to do. He was one hell of a man to steer. "Dammit, I just had to fall for a McPherson." She mumbled low. Feeling sleepy, she rose from the bed, looking for something to cover herself. Not wanting to dress again, she pulled his shirt on over her head and went to the bathroom, knocking on the door, "Can I come in and wash up?"
The door opened, he was at the sink brushing his teeth. She entered, took his shirt off, grabbed a towel and wrapped it turban style around her head for a make shift shower cap. She heard him spit after rinsing his mouth; opening the door to the shower stall, because there was no bath and turned on the tap. His arm came around her waist from behind, pulling her back against him. "You have, the most incredible body, I have ever seen, and an ass..." He emphasized the claim by bending over and kissing it, "...absolute perfection." His hand stroked over it, cupping the heavy curve of her cheeks. He was kissing up her back.
"Jake..." She drew away from him, "I'm gonna take a shower."
"Let me take one with you."
"I thought you already washed up?" She pointed out.
"I did, but - that was before I knew you'd be coming in to shower, if I'd known that, I would have taken care of it with you." He kissed her shoulder, the column of the neck. She drew her shoulder up, pulling away from him.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"I've..." She paused, swallowing nervously, "...had enough." She glanced up at him, eyes so young and beseeching that he understand.
He stared into them, "Am I hurting you that much?"
"Nooo, well - kinda." She didn't want him to think she couldn't handle him, when truth was, she couldn't. Not his appetite, not so frequently. Glancing down, he was semi erect again, clearly aroused, she had a feeling, if she let him get in that shower with her, he'd be making love to her again. She just couldn't. Jake's large hand rose to cup the lower right of her jaw; his thumb stroking the soft skin of her cheek. Staring at her features with the make shift turban, her looks still amazed him. She was lovely beyond words. Her brow, regal and proud; her eyes such a rich amber, mesmerizing; nose, a perfect fit for her features, just so straight, just so rounded, perfect; lips, full and not overly - something else, that was just right. He compared the color of his large white hand, laying against her rich, deep dark skin, and felt a surge of pride and possession that was overwhelming. She was his. His ... Jacob Patrick McPherson's; the black sheep of the family, the one whom his father stated would no doubt amount to nothing, possessed this creature. Softly, reverently, almost in awe, he said, "You know - five hundred years ago, you would have been a queen. Certainly an honored gift, or perhaps - the intended of a king. Two hundred years ago, a fancy. Yeah, worth your weight in gold. And today, hmph, hear you stand ... and you are mine."
Vivian gulped. She made no reply. She made no move, despite the pounding of her heart.
"I just wanna touch you. Can I? Join you, just to touch you? I promise I won't - go any further."
She glanced down shyly, a tad nervous, but he'd never taken from her, if she weren't willing and so nodded, "Okay." She consented softly.
In the shower, she hadn't a clue that he could be so sensual. This was a man, who truly, loved a woman's body. The attention he paid her, the things he did, no - he was strictly for women only. He was overwhelming in the passion he displayed for her, kissing her body as he washed her with exquisite gentleness, enraptured by every curve and dip. His strong rough hands, filled with suds, soaping her up. Caressing her skin, as if that in itself were an act of love making, and to Vivian, it was - far better than anything he'd ever done to her. The way his hands glided over her skin, sent a sensation through her that brought tears to her eyes. To have a man, such as he, adoring her, cherishing her. If she were fully honest with herself, the fact that he was white, brought the height of pleasure that much higher. He - this white man, who could in fact, have most any white woman he set his sights on, all of them that were in truth, stunning - he could have, and adore, yet - he, looked at her, touched her, a black woman, of dark skin, with awe. His touch, so soothing, so complete caused her to lay her head back, eyes closed, so under a spell as his hands moved over her breasts, hands that were in no hurry to clean and tour every rise, curve and crease of her, and then, to feel his lips, as he leaned in to kiss here, there - some places once, some twice. His hands went to her long neck as he stood his height, then leaned down and kissed there as well.
"Does this feel good? Hm?"
"Yes." She answered, spellbound and breathless.
"So you like it, me bathing you?"
"Yes, I do."
"I like it too, I love it in fact. Let's me touch you everywhere, I love touching you. Feeling your skin. Looking at it. Nothing in the world, compares to a woman's body, nothing. And yours, godalmighty - yours..." He was lost for words, and asked, "Know what else I like, what sends me over the edge?"
She looked up, opened eyes that were dreamy, drunk, glazed. "What?" She asked softly.
"The absolute contrast in us. Its a turn on. I love it that you're so dark. Baby, black -is- beau-ti-ful - fuckin' better believe it."
Vivian smiled gently, she felt on top of the world.
"Can I kiss you?" He asked.
She nodded. He pulled her to him by the back of her neck and kissed her as if he'd been a peasant granted a moment to cater to the kings daughter; whom he secretly loved, worshiped and adored.
Later, in bed, they lay side by side. Vivian slept finally, peacefully; out like a light after the shower. He sat gazing at her, the song he'd started about her, was flowing through his mind. He reached for his wallet on the end table; coming out of bed carefully not to wake her, he left the room, closing the door gently. At the kitchen table, he sat with pen, stacks of papers with notes, and right there and then, he finished her song within twenty minutes flat. Over and over, he sang it softly, imagining it. With all the little notes strewn about, and the scratches in the finished song, he pulled out a clean fresh sheet and wrote out a flawless copy. With all the accents on key words, and connotations to others. He lit up a cigarette, reading it over. He smiled. Scratching his scalp, ruffling his blonde hair, he was satisfied.
He knew Shawn would be happy to see this, especially when he sang out the entire song the way he imagined it to be performed. Rubbing out his cigarette, he checked all doors once again. Leaving the kitchen night light on, he climbed back into bed, pulling her into his arms and went to sleep.
* * *
Camp Daniels...
To make the meeting on time, Shawn and Crystal had to leave right after dinner, giving no time for Sylvia and Crystal to talk about her dilemma. On the way, Shawn brought the subject up. He was backing out of the driveway, and once corrected he glanced at her briefly; wasting little time he started, "Crystal, honey - I know how you feel, this need to move on - but I think you're moving too fast on it. As it is, with the boys, it will take time for the divorce to go through; especially if Victor decides to contest it for some reason."
"His mot
her is going to talk to him about it. She assured me that she would convince him to let it go through. Because she, above all - has been waiting for this from the very beginning. I'm sure once she's done with him, he won't fight it."
Shawn shook his head hearing that. He loved his mother too, but there was a point when every man had to stand up and shake off the apron strings. "Look, I don't wanna talk about her, what about you - I thought you were in love with him?"
"I am. But that wasn't enough to keep him from seeing someone else. If he really loved me, there would be no one else in his life. I can't just - sit - around - waiting for him. Waiting for him to make up his mind. I'm willing to accept responsibility for what I did to our marriage. He wants out. I'm simply holding the door open for him." She returned, leaving out some important details, such as her dishonest filing concerning their two children. She didn't want Shawn on her case about it, nor her mother, they would argue with her and she didn't want that. She wanted this whole ordeal to stop, one way or the other. Either this would make him come to her; tell her point blank, what he wanted, that being, them back together, or - he would stand back and leave her to the filing until their court day and then, the finalizing of it. Either way, she couldn't continue to linger in this no where land of constant pain and regret.
Shawn didn't know what to say, they were both so young. However, he'd been in his thirties when he finally married for the first time, and look how it had turned out. Proof that it wasn't necessarily age that determined a successful marriage. The major factor he supposed was that they loved each other equally, if that were at all possible. With Deidre, if he had hung in there - and fought her parents, he might have eventually brought things around and maybe they would still be together and it was also possible, that the child she had carried would still be alive. However, once she went through with the divorce, that had been it for him. He'd told her not to do it - or else he'd be gone - for good. She went through with it, that had been it for him. He'd washed his hands of her, reasoning that it was what she wanted. He hadn't fought, because he knew, he hadn't been -in- love with her.
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